This post shows a picture of my son after surgery which may be a trigger for some. Please read with discretion.
After the very upsetting delay of my son’s surgery I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t believe how anxiously I could want my son to have an open heart surgery. This is something I felt I should be dreading. Even now I can’t quite lay to rest my anxiety over wanting something I shouldn’t ever have wanted. But I suppose it was mostly wanting the waiting to be over more than the surgery to actually happen.
Before the surgery we were given a cleanse to rub on
his chest twice a day that would help kill any bacteria that could possibly be residing there. I remember him screaming in the tub and trying to last the entire 60 seconds before washing it off of him. It made his skin so red and irritated.
The day before the surgery (this one was called the Glenn Procedure) we moved hotel rooms again, closer to the hospital. My husband was there again, my kids sent off to a babysitter. We had a quiet dinner, knowing that the next day was going to be emotionally draining. We didn’t sleep the best either so when our early morning wake up call happened, we were already waiting for it.
We were taken back to a room in the hospital to put on all the medical bracelets, sign all the papers, meet with the doctors, surgeons, anesthesiologists, and nurses who would be participating in the surgery. Before they took him back I gave him a huge hug and he had the sweetest smile on his face. He was calm and comfortable. I hoped for some sign of wanting me when I handed him over to the nurse but he kept his huge smile even as they walked down the hallway together.
My husband and I took our pager (a poor exchange, if you ask me) and went to the waiting area. We sat. I remember downloading a palm reading app on my ipad- anything mindless to try to not think about the fact that my son was being operated on.
About halfway through the surgery I called and asked for an update. He was doing great. I needed to not worry. But I did. And when they finally said they were wheeling him into the PICU we made a beeline there. We still had to wait out in the waiting area until he was in his room and the nurses were ready for us. The doctor came out to brief us and told us there were absolutely no complications and he did very well.
This time I wasn’t nearly as shocked to see him as the first time, but it still made my heart hurt to see my baby hooked up to so many wires and tubes. This time was much the same as the first surgery. It took him a day or so to wake up from under all the anesthesia and pain medicine. It took him a day or so to be weaned off the oxygen and have the extra IV taken out and have the tube in his chest pulled.
I opted to be in the room when they pulled his chest tube but I couldn’t watch. I heard my baby crying, but I couldn’t rush over to help him because he was still surrounded by nurses. But once that tube was out, I could finally hold him. I was shocked by how heavy he felt! But he felt so comfortable next to me!
Again, he healed quickly and we were sent to the “floor” fairly quickly. We were given a slew of medications again to help drain fluids and help his blood pressure and all else that comes from having a heart surgery. We were discharged after only 5 days in the hospital.
The biggest thing that worried me during this recovery period was how “out of it” my son seemed for a few days. The pain medicine made him so docile that I felt like he should fall asleep but he didn’t. He would lay still for hours, just watching the room. The new blood flow also made it so he was very red or “ruddy”. There was so much heat in his face (without a fever) that his cheeks chapped. Eventually that extra redness went away.
were discharged we went through the same procedure of having to change hotels and get follow up appointments with our cardiologist. We were required to stay for about another week before being officially discharged and allowed to all travel to our new base.
At our new base we had immediate appointments with our new cardiologist and pediatrician and then settled in to see how life was going to be with our whole family in tact!